Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Nighttime, in Honkomagome, Bunkyo Ward, inside a two-story luxury residence.

The second floor was brightly lit, and figures could be seen moving around inside through the curtains.

This is the home of the Yagyu sisters, who live with their adoptive mother, Yagyu Masako.

At the end of the Sengoku period, the Yagyu clan rose to prominence in Yamato Province and served as swordsmanship instructors for the Tokugawa Shogunate for generations. The name of Yagyu Shinkage-ryu was extremely popular.

However, the once-renowned swordsmanship family has long since become secularized with the changing times, and most of the family members have now moved to Tokyo, scattered in Bunkyo, Meguro, Setagaya and other places.

As for the sources of income, besides the teaching income from various martial arts dojos, it comes from land rent.

Because they had served the shogunate, the Yagyu family had accumulated considerable real estate in Tokyo.

In the Honkomagome, Kanda, and Nihonbashi areas, there are still many properties for rent. Although they do not engage in large-scale commerce, the land rent and shop rent alone are enough to support the family's daily expenses, so they do not have to worry about making a living.

This luxury villa is one of them.

At this moment, on the second floor of the villa, in a cozy bedroom.

Yagyu Genon leaned against the headboard, her eyes fixed on the chat window on her phone, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, a hint of conflict showing on her usually cool face.

"Sister, are you asleep?"

Anna Yagyu's voice came from outside the door.

"No, come in."

The girl pushed open the door, and a head peeked in, its eyes filled with anticipation.

"Sister, can I sleep with you tonight?"

After watching a horror movie that night, she lay in bed feeling like something was hiding in the corner, so she eventually decided to go to her sister's room next door.

"Um."

With permission granted, the girl smiled sweetly, hugged her pillow, and quickly walked to the bedside.

Yagyu Genon lifted a corner of the blanket, looking slightly reproachful, and said, "I told you not to watch those kinds of movies."

The girl wrinkled her nose: "It's because you didn't come with me to watch it. You're so good at fighting, yet you're afraid of ghosts."

She leaned closer, resting her head on her sister's chest, and looked curiously at her phone screen.

"Who are you chatting with, sister? Your senior?"

"No."

Yagyu Genon (click to return).

"Really? I thought you were planning to invite your senior to go shopping with you tomorrow, sister."

As the girl spoke, her eyes brightened, and she propped herself up, saying, "By the way, how about we invite the senior to come along?"

Upon hearing this, Yagyu Genon's eyes flickered slightly.

"I've decided, I'll send the message now."

Anna Yagyu took her sister's phone, opened Yuu Hakkawa's chat window, and started typing.

Before Yagyu Tsurune could refuse, the girl sent her a message.

[Yagyu Genon: What are you doing?]

In the bathroom, Han Chuan You leaned back in the bathtub, stretching out and enjoying the bathwater that Mizuki had just finished soaking in.

I always felt that it would be a special experience for him to take a bath after Meiyue had bathed in it. Of course, the bathwater Meiyue used was absolutely not drinkable.

My phone vibrated on the shelf.

He wiped the water off his face, picked it up and looked at it, raising his eyebrows with a strange expression.

That adorable tone...

Is the Minister having an episode? Or perhaps he's just experiencing intense sexual desire in the middle of the night?

I'm not used to it yet.

He tapped the screen with his finger: [Taking a shower.]

Since he was so hungry and thirsty... he raised his phone, pointed the front camera at himself, took a selfie, and clicked send.

"ah!"

Anna Yagyu was so startled by the sudden photo that she immediately dropped her phone.

The phone fell onto the blanket. The girl covered her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed red, and her eyes, peeking out from between her fingers, were still examining the photos on the screen with curiosity about the opposite sex's body.

"What's wrong?"

Yagyu Genon took the phone, glanced at it, and her face turned red from her neck to her ears.

Does this guy want to die? What the hell is this?

It's one thing to post it for yourself, but to let Anna see it too.

Luckily, there were bath sponges in the bathtub water, so it was too white to see clearly, otherwise it wouldn't have passed the censorship.

[Han Chuan You: Is that enough? There's more if not.]

[Yagyu Tsurune: You're dead! Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, go to that cafe near the east exit of Ikebukuro and beat me up. Don't keep me waiting.]

Han Chuan You blinked.

Their attitude changes as soon as they get the item.

His initial obsequiousness followed by arrogance is laughable.

Two days without a lesson, does he need to be disciplined? Does the Minister have some kind of special hobby?

A smile played on his lips.

[Han Chuan You: I'm waiting. I'll definitely have to have a go with you then. Remember to save the photo, you never know when it might be taken down.]

A perfectly good date invitation turned into a fight.

Yagyu Genon took a deep breath.

Fortunately, the initial goal was achieved, but the way things unfolded just didn't feel right.

"Um... Sister, is this how you chat with your senior in private?"

The blush on Anna Yagyu's cheeks hadn't faded yet, and she looked as if she were seeing her older sister all over again, her eyes filled with a mixture of shock and curiosity.

"How could that be?" Yagyu Tsurune expressionlessly placed her phone face down on the bed. "Who knows what illness he had today? He's asleep."

After saying that, she pulled up the blanket to cover her still burning face.

"oh."

Anna Yagyu obediently responded and lay down as well.

In bed, Yagyu Genon quietly took out her phone again, the faint light from the screen reflecting on her face.

In the photo, water droplets cling to the boy's skin, which gleams faintly under the warm yellow light of the bathroom. His muscles are well-defined and sculpted, exuding a strong allure.

She bit her lower lip, stared at the photo for a moment, and tapped it with her fingertip.

Save.

Then she quickly locked the screen, stuffed her phone under the pillow, turned over, facing the wall, under the covers, her ears burning.

The next day.

In the entryway, under Mizuki's resentful gaze, Han Chuan You prepared to leave again.

"Xiao You, you've been very busy lately."

Han Chuanyou tied her shoelaces, stood up, and stomped them on:

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it, your little brother is just that popular. By the way, Mizuki, how about some pocket money? I spent all the 3,000 yen I gave you yesterday to buy you a doll."

With a helpless expression, Mizuki Hanakawa took out 5,000 yen from her wallet and handed it to him, instructing him, "Don't go to strange places."

Han Chuanyou hugged her soft body and kissed her on the cheek: "I love you so much, I'll bring you milk tea when I come back."

Han Chuan Meiyue wiped her face with a hint of disgust, pushed him away, but a smile curved her lips:

"No need, I'm going to a beauty salon for a treatment today, so don't stay out too late."

Although I am very confident in myself, I still can't let my guard down. I have to make sure that I am attractive to Han Chuan You at all times.

"Beauty salon treatments?" Han Chuan You also retorted, "Then remember, you absolutely cannot let any other man touch your body. Mizuki, you're mine."

Hanchuan Meiyue really liked the boy's undisguised possessiveness.

She smoothed the boy's collar, leaned forward, and slid her fingers down to brush against his collarbone.

"Don't worry, it's a high-end club catering exclusively to wealthy women. All the staff are women, so privacy is guaranteed. Besides, it's just a facial treatment; I'm not comfortable with other people touching my body, and..."

She leaned close to the boy's ear, her lips almost touching his earlobe, her voice slightly magnetic.

"You're right, Xiaoyou, I'm yours..."

The warm air entered his ear canal, like an invisible hand stroking his nerve endings, making him feel a tingling, electric-like sensation throughout his body.

That's incredible, Mizuki is being too unfair.